San Bambina Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

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Sitting in her loaded diaper, the mushy mess squishing like a thick, gooey mud-pie between her bottom and the floor, Staci struggled to process the new information she’d been given. The poopy stench enveloped her, wrapping her up in a blanket of stink, reminding her every moment of her helplessness. Agent Long and Mary gazed down at her smugly, and Staci knew she could expect little in the way of help or comfort from either of them.

“Chelsea?” Staci asked tersely, already knowing the answer.

“Don’t worry about her,” Agent Long said with a chuckle. “Your, shall we say ‘accomplice,’ is being well taken care of even as we speak.”

Shit, Staci thought. There went any hope she had of being rescued, at least for the moment. There was, she supposed, still the off chance that her editor, with the aid of the US government, might be able to help her... but at the moment, she was at the mercy of her host country, and, if what she’d seen of the San Banbinan legal system on TV was any indication, it was the absolute last position she wanted to be in. To say nothing of poor Chelsea-- Staci had heard that the punishments for Matriarchs who betrayed the system could be quite severe.

“The both of you are in quite a bit of trouble,” Agent Long said, as though reading Staci’s thoughts. “Our government looks poorly on foreign spies... and on domestic subversives, even more so.” She looked at Staci, and her smile was chilling. “I’m afraid your friend is going to be in for quite a rough time.”

Staci winced, praying that Chelsea wasn’t going to suffer too much.

“But I wouldn’t worry too much about dear Chelsea-- After all, you’ve got problems of your own to worry about-- until recently, spying carried a mandatory, life-long regression sentence.”

Staci shuddered involuntarily at the thought, noting the sadistic glint in Agent Long’s eye as she watched her reaction

“However,” she said with a heavy sigh, unable to hide the note of disappointment in her voice, “thanks, to new regulations, we are now authorized to offer deals to individuals who find themselves in your situation... especially ones with your, shall we say, useful talents.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Staci asked, attempting to sound bold and gutsy. She blushed when she received a condescending laugh in response... like a child asking questions above her station, she realized with a pout.

“My my, she is a precocious child!” Agent Long chuckled dismissively, reaching out to tussle her hair. Staci fumed, glaring angrily back at them... but she wasn’t feeling very intimidating in her loaded diaper.

“We’ll talk about the details in good time, little one. In the meantime, I think someone’s due for a change.” Agent Long giggled, crinkling her nose. “Baby, you sure do STINK!”

“Not to mention that we don’t want our guest to get a rash on that cute little tushy,” Mary said, removing a changing mat from the closet and unrolling it on the living room floor. She fetched the wipes, powder, and a fresh pamper next, then got in position on her knees and looked up at Staci expectantly.

For a long moment, Staci nearly laughed in her face at the thought that she would willingly submit to a stinky diaper change from the woman who set her up... but upon brief reflection, she quickly realized she didn’t really have any other options. Even if she was in any condition to go anywhere, the only other person she knew in the entire country was apparently also in custody... not to mention the question of the disgusting, filthy diaper currently sagging and stinking behind her.

“C’mon, my little Diaper Dumper,” Mary coaxed, her voice so sweet it made Staci sick. Reluctantly, she forced herself to crawl over as quickly as her weakened limbs allowed. “That’s right! What a clever girl she is! Plop that messy butt right down, sweetie,” she said encouragingly. “We’re going to get you smelling nice and fresh again!”

“Not a moment too soon,” Agent Long said teasingly, sliding off the couch and into place on the floor next to Mary.

“Now Now, Agent Long,” Mary tut-tutted, grinning as she watched Staci settle into place on the changing mat with a satisfyingly moist squish. “We mustn’t tease our special guest... after all, she couldn’t help herself.”

Staci emitted an embarrassed bleat, but Mary simply shushed her like she would any baby.

“Oh, don’t be so fussy. You’re going to feel much better once we’ve gotten your soft bottom into a nice, fresh pamper!”

Staci simply stared up at the ceiling, tears beginning to leak out of her eyes. She knew from the beginning that an outcome like this was possible, but her naive visions of Pulitzer Prizes and the accolades of her peers had blinded her, pushed those thoughts right out of her silly little head.

How could I have been so foolish? She thought, trying and failing to hold back the sobs that built up inside of her when she heard Mary tear open the tapes on the front of her diaper. She squeezed her eyes closed when she felt the front panel being pulled down, hoping to escape the humiliation-- but she could still hear the women gasp and giggled when her mess was exposed to the room. Staci nearly retched when the stink hit her.

“Oh dear,” Mary tutted. “I haven’t seen a mess like this in quite a while! What did they feed you at school, young lady?”

Staci could no longer hold back her sobs, and the tears were trickling down er cheeks in big round drops when Mary took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs, revealing the big brown smear across the seat of the diaper and the corresponding mess caked thickly across Staci’s buttocks.

“Yuck!” Agent long said, crinkling her nose at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Mary! Personally, I’m glad you’re going to be taking this little stinker off our hands for us-- we’ve got plenty of poopy diapers of our own to take care of down at the bureau!”

Staci could only sob pitifully at this, but it did make her wonder exactly what Agent Long meant when she said Mary would be ‘taking her off their hands.’

“Oh, don’t worry, Marissa,” Mary said, pulling an extra large, extra thick baby wipe from the tub and beginning the long, arduous task of cleaning Staci’s messy hiney. “She’s just so cute-- I’m sure we’re going to have tons of fun together!”

As Mary cleaned off her poopy butt with the wipes, poor Staci was left to wonder exactly what they were talking about. Tears streaming down her face, she forced herself to hold still, actually enjoying, for the second time that day, getting her messy backside wiped by a total stranger. To get her sweet, dainty cheeks free of the awful, hot mess felt heavenly, and she couldn’t help sighing and moaning softly to herself.

“See?” Mary asked, dusting Staci’s newly clean tushy with powder. “That wasn’t so bad, was it dearie?”

Staci groaned and whined, squirming a bit when Mary began patting the powder in. “Young lady, you quit that fussing!” Mary scolded matronly before landing a slap to her upper thigh that was more noisy than painful... but still effectively shocked her into stillness. Staci meekly allowed Mary to slide the pamper under her bottom.

“That’s a good girl! I told you that was going to feel better once we’d gotten you into a fresh pamper! I’m going to take such good care of you.”

The diaper was tugged up firmly against her pussy and sealed up tightly. Staci bit her lip and looked away, frantically tried to fight back the tears, desperate to retain some shred of her rapidly vanishing adulthood.

“OK, darling,” Mary said with a sigh. “I think it’s time to explain to you what’s going to happen from this point on...”